Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.